Thank God for wi-fi ...
Currently still in hospital ... but just discovered they actually have wi-fi access free for patients.
Noted down some thoughts during my 4 days here. So I thought I'd share with you guys.
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I've always regarded myself as a strong individual. Not physically, but mentally, although I do cry on occasions where dramas become too touching.
After my fall, I was admitted to the hospital for 6 days. I can tell you that during those 6 days I wasn't sad nor laden with worries. I knew the medical bill was already taken care of by both the company and my personal insurance. The doctor also assured that my body was working fine. The only thing on my mind was the wreck I caused. The broken ceiling and the still-leaking water tank.
I was thankful that I did not die nor become paralyzed. The only setback was the inconvenience that came with having a surgical wound. Simple things like bathing, wearing my clothes, walking became such a task to me.
Soon my back started aching, headaches developed and my wound wouldn't stop bleeding. Waking up from a lying position became such a painful experience. But soon the problem was resolved. I went to see the doctor and was given strong pain killers.
Things started to get better and I was relieved. Convocation was near and I felt so happy to be able to help Zin Mun and her bro collect their robes as well. It made me feel like I was normal again.
But then bad news came. My sister, whom was assigned to change my wound's dressing everyday told me the wound was becoming bigger and bigger. Went to see the doctor and it turned out I was allergic to the sutures. I had to be admitted again. Doctor told me that it will only be a 2, 3 days thing and so I kept my spirits up.
But one can only keep their spirits up only so long. Mum stayed in the hospital with me the 1st day. The 2nd day, she went home. That day, I really felt very sad. Because the doctor wanted to make sure the inner sutures would heal properly and that there will no longer be allergic reaction, he kept the wound open. (Meaning he did not stitch it up) I shudder at the thought of the nurse changing the dressing of the wound. It was painful.
From 2, 3 days it became 6 days. At first, the doctor said that he would stitch the wound up on Saturday and that I could be discharged on Sunday. Then he changed his mind. He would only stitch it up on Monday and I could only go home on Tuesday.
Again the fickle minded doctor changed his mind and he stitched it up yesterday. But still I could only return on Tuesday. I totally dread my time here.
I feel lonely and miserable. I just feel so victimized. All I wanted to do was to help my mother solve the problem of the leaking water tank. And it ended up with me fracturing my spine. I thought I was getting better, but I had to be admitted again. I really hate the hospital. I feel like a handicap.
This was written at my downiest moment. I never knew being hospitalized could be such a mental torture.
But only one thing kept me 'sane'. Some of you may not realized it, but a simple message asking how I was doing made me feel much better. And I thank you all for that.
After my fall, I was admitted to the hospital for 6 days. I can tell you that during those 6 days I wasn't sad nor laden with worries. I knew the medical bill was already taken care of by both the company and my personal insurance. The doctor also assured that my body was working fine. The only thing on my mind was the wreck I caused. The broken ceiling and the still-leaking water tank.
I was thankful that I did not die nor become paralyzed. The only setback was the inconvenience that came with having a surgical wound. Simple things like bathing, wearing my clothes, walking became such a task to me.
Soon my back started aching, headaches developed and my wound wouldn't stop bleeding. Waking up from a lying position became such a painful experience. But soon the problem was resolved. I went to see the doctor and was given strong pain killers.
Things started to get better and I was relieved. Convocation was near and I felt so happy to be able to help Zin Mun and her bro collect their robes as well. It made me feel like I was normal again.
But then bad news came. My sister, whom was assigned to change my wound's dressing everyday told me the wound was becoming bigger and bigger. Went to see the doctor and it turned out I was allergic to the sutures. I had to be admitted again. Doctor told me that it will only be a 2, 3 days thing and so I kept my spirits up.
But one can only keep their spirits up only so long. Mum stayed in the hospital with me the 1st day. The 2nd day, she went home. That day, I really felt very sad. Because the doctor wanted to make sure the inner sutures would heal properly and that there will no longer be allergic reaction, he kept the wound open. (Meaning he did not stitch it up) I shudder at the thought of the nurse changing the dressing of the wound. It was painful.
From 2, 3 days it became 6 days. At first, the doctor said that he would stitch the wound up on Saturday and that I could be discharged on Sunday. Then he changed his mind. He would only stitch it up on Monday and I could only go home on Tuesday.
Again the fickle minded doctor changed his mind and he stitched it up yesterday. But still I could only return on Tuesday. I totally dread my time here.
I feel lonely and miserable. I just feel so victimized. All I wanted to do was to help my mother solve the problem of the leaking water tank. And it ended up with me fracturing my spine. I thought I was getting better, but I had to be admitted again. I really hate the hospital. I feel like a handicap.
This was written at my downiest moment. I never knew being hospitalized could be such a mental torture.
But only one thing kept me 'sane'. Some of you may not realized it, but a simple message asking how I was doing made me feel much better. And I thank you all for that.
2 footprints:
u want ppl to cum disturb u everyday and keep u up anot?sum of us are up to do tat u noe?
sweetie - u r the rock in your mom's life. don't think about the 'wreck' as you so eloquently put it, but rather that you have so many people who care and love you ya? just that day you had like a gazillion friends over to visit you after your operation and again on saturday dear? ... and you are getting discharged today ... so STOP moving so darned much until your wound closes up properly babe. I've got enough wounds to know.
love you babe.
ken.
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